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The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly ‘tis speaking The wind through it playing has language for me Whenever the light through its branches is breaking A host of kind faces is gazing on me The friends of my childhood again are before me Each step wakes a memory as freely I roam With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o’er me The ash grove, the ash grove again is my home Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander Where twilight is fading I pensively rove Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander And the dark shades of the lonely ash grove It was there while the blackbird was cheerfully singing I first met that dear one, the joy of my heart Around us for gladness the bluebells were singing The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o’er me The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home From Letras Mania